Larry David of the NY Times on Brokeback Mountain:

I just know if I saw that movie, the voice inside my head that delights in torturing me would have a field day. "You like those cowboys, don't you? They're kind of cute. Go ahead, admit it, they're cute. You can't fool me, gay man. Go ahead, stop fighting it. You're gay! You're gay!"

709 W Nevada
Apt #4
Urbana, Il
61801

Drew, Emily, Michael and i can't wait to get a taste of your sweet, sweet cookies.

Classes start tomorrow. God, i hope they don't suck as much.

Hey all. I just wanted to say that your last post made me laugh heartily, Drew.
So, I'm still alive and writing until my brain feels numb for a smalltown newspaper known before I got here as The Teton Valley Snooze. I like to think I've livened things up a bit, but tallying 10-15 stories a week has quickly drained me of all that is good and pure. To tell you the truth, I'm pretty burnt out with my three government beats. The big problem I have with working my way up in a company is the "work" part, I think.
I'm trying to determine whether the long, dark, frigid, lonely winter is bringing me down lately or if it has more to do with my willingness to donate my brain matter as silly putty to a needy child at the conclusion of each day. Although I'm highly capable of making a living as a diligent journalist, I'm thinking about going back to school for a physical therapy degree, or maybe I will turn to drug dealing.
Snowboarding is a lot of fun. Everyone should try it. I just don't have the money to keep renting equipment. For those who don't know, which is all but maybe two of you, I adopted a puppy several months ago. Scoop (good journalistic name, I thought) is now five months old. He's a lively, tail-wagging, chew-anything-in-sight Australian shepherd/golden retriever mix. A free spirited, outdoorsy guy, you could say he's still getting used to living within the confines of four walls. Anyway, he's more or less my significant other around here, and I love him even if he pisses me off nearly everyday.
It's cool that you are going to join Lindsay down in St. George, Emily. I'm about eight hours away, so the bunch of us will have to get together sometime. Lins and I have not gotten around to visiting each other. I blame her ;) I admit, camping and hiking in a warm climate with kids who need a hard slap on the ass from Mother Nature often sounds more appealing than writing 60 hours a week and getting paid for 40. I could use a hard slap on the ass from Mother Nature.
Anyhoo, peace out hippies and lawyers to be. Gimme a buzz if you are so inclined, 208.716.2551. See ya...

That's it! This injustice will not stand. Give me your address, Pete and Emily, and I will personally bake some cookies and mail them to you myself! Just because two people shack up, doesn't mean the parents should cut off sweets! It's not like Pete is Scarface for the love of God. Almost down to zero hour with the grades. They'll be posted at one o'clock on Wednesday of this week, I asked the office. Many people have resigned themselves to crying. Not me! I will not cry even if I do poorly, no siree bob! I will calmly leave the building with my head held high and my dignity intact. And with my head still high and my dignity in tact I will walk into the nearest saloon and proceed to get plastered and go to a strip club where I can defile myself in peace. Hehe, just kidding y'all. I'll be fine no matter what because there'll be no need to make a fool out of myself. I worked as hard as I could and that's all that matters.

i would first like to note that Lyra the Adorable is cuddled behind me at this desk chair. Kitties are so cy-ute!!

yeah, Rachel, i should have your letter like tomorrow Mom said. and i'll send something back to you with a pretty new two-penny stamp because the USPO is broke.

Drew, don't sweat it. You work too hard to have too much to worry about ;-) oh, hey, i'll exaggerate Mom's attitude about the shack as much as i can if it'll get me cookies... yeah, she does feel she needs to do something symbolic of her disapproval at our actually living together. (apparently this is "different" from when we were living together for 2 or 3 years already at Knox.) ah well.